when i first had picked you i was aware of the thorns,
i grabbed you.
full fist around you’re spine and the prickles went deeper then i thought.
i bled,
they left scars.
i shaved them away, but theres still traces of them.
where i had removed them, theres still a mark. a scar almost.
when i run my hand across them they’re still rough.
do you miss them? did you expect them to keep me away?
when i latched on, pulled you free i didnt flinch. i took the pain. the drops of blood from the wounds didnt scare me,
i felt empowered almost.,
i was strong enough to take the pain.
when its all over, ill replant you.
maybe the thorns will come back,
i just hope whoever’s interested next embraces the defiance.
loves you for your rough parts.
because even with the protection you use to shield the rest away you were always still beautiful to me.
the thorns wont keep me away.